“Holding the hand of your woman or man, why not sit silently? Why not close your eyes and feel? Feel the presence of the other, enter into the presence of the other, let the other’s presence enter into you; vibrate together, sway together; if suddenly a great energy possesses you, dance together – and you will reach to such orgasmic peaks of joy as you have never known before. Those orgasmic peaks have nothing to do with sex, in fact they have much to do with silence. And if you can also manage to become meditative in your sex life, if you can be silent while making love, in a kind of dance, you will be surprised. You have a built-in process to take you to the farthest shore.” …Osho

Sexual desires and longing are peaking in many individuals. I have been unable to update my blog at the sudden influx of people who wanted to consult me for my Sacred Sexuality Meditation Modules. And this feeling is not just about feeling horny or salacious. This deep ache that you feel down there will not be satiated with mindless unconscious sex. No!

This sexual craving under a Scorpionic moon that is sextiling Pluto is screaming out for healing. For greater awareness. For conscious sex. If you’re guilty or ashamed when thinking of sex, then understand that it is a deep rooted cultural thingy. You are not abnormal, no matter what your mind conceives of. No bestiality or paedophilia included. No harm. No rape. When two or more consenting adults get together and explore their sexual feelings and fantasies, they are opening channels to profound healing. Sex is not an aberration! In fact it is the very fundamental basis of physical existence. Where would we be without copulation?

So under this sexy and sultry Scorpio moon try not to repress your sexual feelings. In fact clear your mind, keep your spine erect and let your mind wander. Watch what really turns you on. Do not shame yourself, do not blame yourself. If you want to hurt someone during sex, then please consult a Psychiatrist.

I am not referring to the BDSM subculture. Being a Top is actually hardcore responsibility and the Mistress is essentially a mentor, lifecoach and shrink rolled into one. That is how the Tops perceive it. Quoting from kinksters round the world.

So let the Moon do what it does best…let it heal you with a little bit of energy from the Pluto sextile! Pluto is going to bring transformation if you allow it to, in your sex life. Awaken to the potential of human energy. Understand the sex creates massive energy and that can be channelled into a tool for awakening and conscious living.

If you want to be aware of spiritual sexual ecstasies, then you might want to look into sex as a meditative practice. It is imperative our society understands the necessity and importance of a healthy sexually empowered culture. It is not just linear sex with orgasm that will awaken us to our sexual potential. No!

Our sexual energy is a part of our ojas, or Chi or life force. To reach your fullest potential, you must be able to move this sexual energy throughout your body. Repressed longings create blockages that can result in abnormal, unhealthy sexual appetites. Entities will prey on you and you will become a voracious sex machine. Even if you are single and a monk, what will you do with your sexual energy? They learn to transmute those feelings into meditation.

But what of ordinary people? WTF are they supposed to do? Who do they talk to without being judged. Listen it is absolutely necessary for your psychological well being to discuss your sexual feelings with your partner. If you are unable to do so or are single, then consult a professional. You can always ping me if you have specific questions.

How can I practice sacred sexuality of I am single? I get asked this a lot. Let me explain…you do not need a partner to be a LOVER! Sexual energy is running through our bodies, through our nadis or subtle channels. And that energy if tapped can make you powerful, confident and sexy. A woman in control of her sexuality is a magnetic being! She owns her space wherever she goes.

So are you ready to take ownership of your sex life? Do you want to learn to ground that scattered sexual energy? Then begin the journey of exploration…our sexual energy is a part of the cosmic sexual exchange between the primordial male/female polarity. That is why Shiva is represented as the lingam and the yoni which is the symbol of the Devi’s vagina is at the base! The pussy is a microscopic representation of the cosmic pussy!

Moon is quincunx to Uranus in Aries and Eris. Eris is a dwarf planet discovered in 2005, and there are two Eris’ in myths. The second Eris is the bloodthirsty sister of Ares or Aries. So I was reading this astro blog and in the comments below I read that when an astrologer was asked, “What is beyond archetype”, he said Eris! See how Eris is a symbol of what is beyond knowing…metaknowledge! metawisdom! Real feelings, some of them scary as shit will be stirred up, but it might teach us to integrate this meta sexual wisdom and come TOGETHER to become WHOLE in your individual wholeness!! Healing can occur, but there could be toxic volcanic eruptions of anger and violence! There will be a tendency to play the blame game! Don’t we all just love it!

The other interesting alignment is Moon trines CHIRON in PISCES! Yes Chiron the wounded healer is involved and whenever that happens deep, deep, deep issues can be healed. Depends on your natal chart of course, but this could be pivotal in breaking through sexual myths and taboos.

Working with countless women in groups and individual sessions I learnt that women have a great deal of misconception around the subject of orgasm. There is shame and secret suffering because they cannot open up to their partners and 50% of women fake orgasm, stats say.

What has mainstream religion taught us? Sex is immoral! Sex must be demonised, judged severely and repressed. We have been told repeatedly that if you are a sexual being then forget about spirituality. Because the two are as apart as oranges and apples! Fuck why?

That is why there is no sensitive, intelligent sex ed in our society. Let’s not even get into discussing the sorry state of sex politics in India. Let us not waste time. Kids learn about sex from dubious sources and often fall into traps and exploitation. Some get pregnant, some get infected. I mean look around…you have to be blind not to notice it! Yet the internet is a storehouse of porn. Abnormal, disconnected, soulless porn.

I have to mention that I want people to create more art and films that deal with sexual themes that keep in mind our real experiences and potentials in bed. Let us not get carried away by what we see on screen, because reality is far superior. If you scrutinise porn with awareness and clarity you will see it is propagating a culture of idiocracy. Sadly it is teaching our children what to expect during copulation! So kids are learning nothing about intimacy, affection, foreplay or connection. They are caught in the linear narrative of sex which is psychologically and emotionally damaging to the impressionable young who are desperate to learn about sex. I know I was.

Listen it is okay to be bipolar sometimes as long as you are ready to purge and move on. Just don’t hold onto baggage you don’t need. This Scorpionic moon is offering healing…but there is a prerequisite! FEELING!!!

No Cogito Ergo Sum is going to save us. In no way am I trying to demean the intellectual processes, but the need of the hour is FEELING! Raw, unedited, untainted feelings…Oh did I tell you that the Scorpio moon trines Pisces sun!

How much more mystical can you get! How much more can the Universe tell you that FEEL…it is okay and safe!! Use the number 519 916 if you want to energise your sex life. Write it with pink or purple on your left wrist. And remember to practice eye gazing with your partner every day, at least for five minutes….watch how the floodgates of your feelings explode!

Are you going to do some sexual healing utilising all the energies available? Are you ready to step into the shoes of an awakened sexual being? Then it is time to let go…of all inhibitions and enter into the yabyum state with your partner.

I have a deep spiritual background and have tried to look at every experience with a spiritual lens. Sex is no different. In my Sacred Sexuality Workshops I use ancient temple arts, modern psychology, shamanic practices that re-programme our neurological conditioning to let go of destructive beliefs and conditioning.

The crystal I want you to use is the Lapis Lazuli…the azure blue is swimming in my consciousness…teya te aum bekanze bekanze maha bekanze, razda samyongate soha!! Salutations to the Medicine Buddha and Guru Padmasambhava!

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She was thinking of reality being an illusion. She read some article about it recently. But then Dadu’s voice echoed in her mind and she thought of him saying something very similar.
Uff shotti shotti! Dadu was always talking about things that made most people uncomfortable- karma, tapas, dhyana and such ideas. “As a man soweth, so shall he also reap…”, now the words took shape in her consciousness and made themselves visible, like actors illuminated by spot-lights on a dark stage. They looked a bit fearful as they bowed to her, but she welcomed them with a grimace.
Dadu also spoke about past lives and the future.

People thought he was a bit strange. The lady next door, Tarun’s keokarpin makha grandmother called it vairagya and thought of him as some sort of sadhubaba, some people thought of Dadu as a vestige from the past, a useless piece of rusty machinery in this technological world of twenty peta-flops, for what good is a man of conscience? What is his need, his relevance?

Do what thou wilt and that is the whole law, this is the mantra of the new world. Who cares about others, the environment, the Earth? Oh, you must be some stinky hippy to live in that ideology, those days are gone, right? Now it’s all about hoarding, all about where technology is leading us, to Venus, yes? Let the computer decide, humans and their corrupted laziness!! Growth, industrial and technological is the alienation where human touch or compassion, community-based life are flawed old school ways to be flushed down the toilet; where the ego of a select few has become the size of the Solar System is the way mankind seems to be moving.

Dadu had lost interest in everything that the world around him had to offer. He was no Don Juan Demarko, but was he ever interested in anything at all? He would spend hours locked up in a tiny hole in the attic. Everybody thought he was painting or carving into pieces of wood he sourced on his trips to his village or in Khandala or in some forest or the other. An averagely successful Chartered Accountant by day and painter, sculptor by night, he lived his life in silent spiritual contemplation, reading, going for long walks and practising kriya yoga.

His gurudeva was his whole life, always has been and always will be, even in death. His param guru was Lahiri Mahasaya and his gurudeva was Mahavatar Babaji, holy sadhus from the ancient tradition which is much older than I am.

Nights were devoted to painting and meditation, his paintings developed into energy vortices, spiritual radiance emanating from them. He carved out such intense faces into the pieces of wood that there were no words that could describe them. They were not human as you’d understand them; they were of different worlds, faces and forms glimpsed by Dali and the Surrealists.

Dadu always said that the pieces of wood spoke to him and suggested what to carve into them, as if they knew what they were meant to become. He just followed the shape that the wood showed him and thus these faces were born, gargoylish, demonic, angelic, chrubic. There were a few Earthly faces too; Dadu did a great carving of Rabindranath Tagore. It looked as if the Kobiguru had manifested into that wood, so real it seemed.

While he sculpted that face, one of his favourite songs always played in the background, “Aguner porosh moni choyayo prane, aye jibon purno koro, aye jibon, purno koro, aye jibon purno koro…” and although not much of a singer, he sang along softly, his fingers moving deftly to create new ideas and bring shape to new beings.

Rajanikanta, just by merit of being Rajanikanto, not equipped with the arsenal of sneaky cut-throatism, ego the size of Arcturus, unable to belch behenchod, chutiya when required, was just useless in the world of successful men; he did not manage to generate any finances through his creative endeavours, most of them rotting away to early graves in his studio.
Let me elaborate on what I mean by this.. He lost his wife to a heart-crippling incident. She hanged herself, in his deepest spiritual recesses he knew that she had to leave. He never blamed her, not even for a moment, only loved her more and more in his solitude. The rest of the world said it drove Sita insane to lose her nine months old toddler son in a terribly unfortunate accident, her daughter Supriya to cancer and finally Mita and Shubho to the floods that killed over five thousand people during the chardham Yatra.

After Sita’s death and after losing his two daughters, he left the practise of lies, deceit and black money dealings, of course all his fortune to his son, retreated into a private world with his granddaughters. His son lapped it up, like a hungry mongrel; the girls leaving with Rajani couldn’t have been more perfect. Good riddance to bad rubbish, he thought. After all what good is a man like that? Banaprasthya is the way to go. Not once did he think of the two twins, his sister’s daughters.
It’s 1965; the scene takes place in the afternoon in some tiny village called Arambagh in some remote corner of Bengal. Rajani and Sita had four healthy lovely children. The youngest was barely nine months. After a heavy and sumptuous meal of macher matha diye dal, Shorshe illish and gobindobhog chal, force-fed repeatedly by Sita’s mother, they retired gorged in the shanty hut by the lake.
Gogo, the toddler was asleep in his mother’s arms. It was an idyllic setting. The panoramic rural Bengal of those days, untainted by industrialization, so green, so very pastoral; it makes of man a poet, a philosopher, “Banglar mukh ami dekhechi, tai ami prithibir rup khunjite jai na arr…”
My mother’s smile-

Pastoral Bengal.

A pain, a pleasure.

This haiku had aroused conflicting emotions in our poetess.

I must say I stood still- Time stood still. Little Gogo was waking up, stirring slowly. Sita was still asleep. He sat up and extricating himself from his mother’s light embrace, he toddled off. I watched. He went near the river. The breeze was soft, the afternoon mellow, as if the picture of arcadian bliss. Gogo smiled to see his reflection, he stooped down to touch it.
A bolt of electricity passed through Sita’s subconscious, she cried out as she awoke. Her heart jumped into her mouth to see her arms empty. Where was Gogo? Where was her son? She shook Rajani. He was lost in dreams and awoke with a start. Childhood visions of some jatra he had seen with his father were swimming in his dreams that afternoon. The echo of Ravana’s laughter rang out in his ears creating an ominous premonition. They ran out together as if a thousand swords compelled them to.